Dec 18, 2017 | Advent, Bible Story, Corona, Gus Stevens, Letters to the Churches, Sonnet, Victorian Sonnet
Though the poor suffer, they receive a crown. But others wear their crowns today in Rome and sit upon the thrones of your grey town where Balaam and the idols make their home. My children, build no temples here of stone but live instead as lightly as a bird who...
Dec 17, 2017 | Advent, Bible Story, Corona, Gus Stevens, Letters to the Churches, Sonnet, Victorian Sonnet
Those who have ears to hear, let them hear. A boy saw his young neighbor steal his bike so he followed him home to put the fear of God in him. But the house was much like his own, only it seemed colder, no coal for winter, and the man who opened the door made his son...
